Young Octavian
Uh, watch her pants drop, I was like in my teens
Trynna get my head into wet dreams, big schemes
Hit her with the big crème, the ex-got a prob
Next to the quad, dust'em off like a God
Pretty boy in them loafers, shoulders big as them boulders
They big enough to let me land all them homers,
She said "I can't have the cake and eat it too"
I said "it's cake, baby, it's what I'm supposed to do
Now I'm on my Dalai Lama
Cause I'm driving around town on my Obama
Middle-class my, just to get a tank of gas
Had to run the Xbox up the street and pawn the
But, I've been getting a lot of scholarships
And I just love women, so I got a lot of lip
That's why their boyfriends don't like me
Always trynna fight me
They insecure and jealous most likely (,)
Uh, I know the game, I'm an expert
Tell me - "do you get enough pleasure?"
Homie I'm gone, showed up at the crib trynna bone
And I ain't yet
The ex-won't put down his phone
God, L-Lord have mercy
Please, let me come through, you ain't gotta worry
You the wifey type, just look how she stunts that curtsy
So gentle I should be given a gold medal (So gentle baby!)
Thrown rose petals on the bed, she in stilettos (Hmm)
Wrinkling the sheets, got her singing falsetto (Oooff)
Pepe Jeans and Dickys, can't believe we used to wear those
White folks looking at us like we're weirdos ()
Ha, but we was only kiddos
Too young to be in the club, pockets full of Skittles (boy)
Trynna get in the kitty was like trynna solve some riddles
Trynna own the city cause I got them credentials
This that good old fashion, seat belt un-fastened
All while the cars passing, my fingers just dancing
Ya borin'
I don't play, no relaxing, that's it and
That's why this chick so thick like a Kardashian
I'm not asking, baby I just need a favor
I'm in the streets with the fiends, I see danger
It's my nature, got her hooked like retailers
I ain't a player, baby, don't be a stranger
(Oofff)
(I know you like this baby girl, tell me you like this)
Uh, my team major, we party like teenagers
I'm in the green range, baby I'm the Green Ranger
Trynna get my head into wet dreams, big schemes
Hit her with the big crème, the ex-got a prob
Next to the quad, dust'em off like a God
Pretty boy in them loafers, shoulders big as them boulders
They big enough to let me land all them homers,
She said "I can't have the cake and eat it too"
I said "it's cake, baby, it's what I'm supposed to do
Now I'm on my Dalai Lama
Cause I'm driving around town on my Obama
Middle-class my, just to get a tank of gas
Had to run the Xbox up the street and pawn the
But, I've been getting a lot of scholarships
And I just love women, so I got a lot of lip
That's why their boyfriends don't like me
Always trynna fight me
They insecure and jealous most likely (,)
Uh, I know the game, I'm an expert
Tell me - "do you get enough pleasure?"
Homie I'm gone, showed up at the crib trynna bone
And I ain't yet
The ex-won't put down his phone
God, L-Lord have mercy
Please, let me come through, you ain't gotta worry
You the wifey type, just look how she stunts that curtsy
So gentle I should be given a gold medal (So gentle baby!)
Thrown rose petals on the bed, she in stilettos (Hmm)
Wrinkling the sheets, got her singing falsetto (Oooff)
Pepe Jeans and Dickys, can't believe we used to wear those
White folks looking at us like we're weirdos ()
Ha, but we was only kiddos
Too young to be in the club, pockets full of Skittles (boy)
Trynna get in the kitty was like trynna solve some riddles
Trynna own the city cause I got them credentials
This that good old fashion, seat belt un-fastened
All while the cars passing, my fingers just dancing
Ya borin'
I don't play, no relaxing, that's it and
That's why this chick so thick like a Kardashian
I'm not asking, baby I just need a favor
I'm in the streets with the fiends, I see danger
It's my nature, got her hooked like retailers
I ain't a player, baby, don't be a stranger
(Oofff)
(I know you like this baby girl, tell me you like this)
Uh, my team major, we party like teenagers
I'm in the green range, baby I'm the Green Ranger
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Cortes
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